Non Fiction Friday – Play it Again Sam

Music’s always been part of my coping mechanism in life. My family could tell my mood by the songs I played. If I’d had a good day, you would hear Simon and Garfunkel, Steely Dan, Jethro Tull or The Beatles coming out from under the door. A more melancholy me would sit in the dark and listen to Pink Floyd, Jackson Browne, America or the Eagles. One night my son wanted to borrow the car. I heard my wife tell him, “You better not go in there son, he’s playing Cat Stevens. My son called his friend for a ride.

Thanks my friend. I prefer songs where the instruments do not over power the words. My son’s band think they have to play their music so loud and then he screams everything instead of singing. Or maybe I’m just old and prefer my music to be pre 1980